The Prince's Beloved Servant

Nightmares (2)

The man kept doing what he wanted. Yurika resigned, fighting also no result. The man's strength was much greater compared to his own.

Just as the man was about to take off his pants, Yurika felt like she had a chance. He kicked the door until the man rolled in pain on the floor. Yurika immediately ran away leaving the room with clothes that had been disheveled.

"Relse ... Kak .. help me ..," whined Yurika when she met the producer.

The man looked surprised to see Yurika's whereabouts there. "Yurika, why are you here?" tanyakanya.

"Sir Jayadi wants to rape me, sister!" Yurika said with a quivering tone and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You're crazy, what? Quickly go back to Mr. Manager's room and apologize! He'll be pissed if he finds out you're hanging around here."

Instead of defending, the producer blocked his arm and pulled him back into the room.

"Sister!" his yell. "I don't want to!"

"What the hell's the problem? You will not lose anything just because you accompany Him! Even you'll get more of what you have right now."

"I'm an artist, brother! Not pendelvr!" Yurika hit hard on the producer's hand until the check was released.

Feeling that the producer was also equally insolent with Jayadi, Yurika chose to run away. He immediately came out of the building without thinking of anyone who would see the messy condition of his clothes. Luckily, Yurika took her own car that night. He doesn't have to find Jenny to drive home.

Arriving at the apartment, Yurika went straight into the bathroom, flushing her body with water. He tried to clean up the marks on which the middle-aged man touched him. His cries flowed together with the flowing water. It felt like he wanted to die from abuse that he could not tell anyone.

His life feels so heavy. He thought the toughest ordeal was betrayal. But, feeling sold by the producer and his own manager, he thought it was far too painful. His body still feels dirty even though he has washed repeatedly.

Yurika curled up on her bed wearing a thick blanket. He felt alone, there was no one else he could trust.

Suddenly the phone rang. There's an incoming call from her manager, Jenny.

"Hello, Yurika! Have you gone home to the apartment?" ask Jenny from across the phone.

Yurika is still silent. He didn't answer Jenny's question.

"Producer scolded me. You shouldn't have been rude to Mr. Manager."

Yurika had expected that Jenny would not defend her either.

"Tomorrow you must come to that company again and apologize personally."

"Aren't I supposed to come to the police station? That guy wants to rape me." Yurika said in an annoyed tone.

"What are you talking about? Maybe you just misunderstood. Never mind, just give up and apologize to Him. Do not let your career destroyed, they can demand you to compensate billions of rupiah if you remain stubborn. Do you have that kind of money?"

Yurika unilaterally closes the phone from Jenny. Though he is still traumatized, instead of being supported even more cornered. Yurika could only cry lamenting her fate.

He cannot sleep thinking about tomorrow. She can't hide in her apartment room forever. Jenny will definitely re-compel him to apologize. Everyone will stay away from him and he will lose his career.

At midnight, Yurika got up from her bed. He grabbed a sweater to cover his nightgown. Yurika walked out the door of her apartment. There was no more Jenny in front who said she would wait there until she opened the door. In fact, it's just nonsense. Jenny must have slept well in her bed.

Yurika skirted the city area close to her apartment. The atmosphere of the night was quiet, almost no one met. Maybe because it was late at night.

On top of the bridge, he looked at the huge river flowing beneath him. His feeling was so calm listening to the sound of water flow that was clearly heard. This time, he felt free. The luxury he gained during his time as an artist was nothing compared to freedom tonight.

Yurika wants to end it all. Suffering that he must suffer, a fake smile that he must always put just to please others. He wants to be happy for himself.

He climbed the bridge fence. Stretching his hands, enjoying the gust of wind that was so gently caressing his body. His eyes were closed, slowly his body was dropped towards the river. A few seconds as he floated in the air, he smiled welcoming his freedom.

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